Symbol of the Chosen

The Symbol of the Chosen has Arisen

Darkness has conquered the hearts of men. Trust has long been forgotten and corruption rules every kingdom. Yet, despite this victory the dark seeks more. The shadows are stirring and there are none to stand against it.
Wars burn across the land as kingdoms squander for power. The races are split and filled with hate from battles past and present. The land is constantly soaked with blood and death is no longer an oddity. The war between Orcs and Dwarves rages to the east among the mountain and earth of old. Petty humans fight with little reason from small villages to the greatest of cities. The Empire of the North seeks to gain more land and surges into lands of the Elven clans. Already fighting amongst each other, the clans are using every resource and body to keep alive. Across the Eastern Red Tipped Mountains, Hammerfell has begun a civil war. On the other side the kingdom of Korra is being barraged by enemies on all sides with the Orcish nation on it’s east, Elvish clans to the west, the Empire to the north, and Dessert people to the south. Rumors of Korra having internal problems has swept though nearby nations and they are all jumping at the chance to bring one of the most powerful lands to its knees. Even with so much bloodshed already, none of it compares to the war between the Lumin race and the Shadow Stalkers. Each people, ancient in their own right, have held hatred towards the other for as long as they have existed. Now thousands of years of festering anger, fear and wrath has finally burst out into the most terrible war ever seen. Neither race claims any land as its own, save for their capitols, and so the battles rage across every nation, regardless of any unfortunates in the way. For over fifty years the world has seen endless war, accustoming itself to death and agony. Reveling in it. Guilds in every city kill any who get in the way of their goal and rage their own small wars. Crime runs freely with corruption as it’s drive. But now something stirs, deep within the earth. Something far darker and more terrible than any war, battle,

Hope rests with the dead.

In such a dark time heroes are a long extinct race, yet something glimmers. A prophecy has come to light, circulating from the guild of Dead Heroes through every land.

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Trouble strikes in the number three.
Three shall arise for all to see.
Seas of black and red there shall be.
Trouble strikes in the number three.
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The Symbol shall mark the Chosen three to fight.
Fight, they must become on under His might.
Might they be the saving and destroying light.
Light there feet He must, lest they end the worlds flight.
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Where darkness is deepest the light does shine.
Shines a deeper Darkness than any shall find.
Find the Darkness and the three must align.
For only with Darkness can Light truly shine.
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Evil stirs from the depths of creation.
Creation shall shake and break at its foundation.
Foundations will hold or crumble every nation.
Nations shall join or fall in Temptation.
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The wars must cease if there will be a chance.
Chance shall determine worlds last stance.
Stance against Vile deeds and Lance.
Lance will pierce the heart of man without glance.
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The abyss will send its minions to rise.
Rise seeds of Doubt and ripping Lies.
Lies down in the deep and hear his cries.
Cries for her sacrifice a Queen shall bind.
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A new age shall dawn with peace or end.
End three champions to destroy or life to lend.
Lend His power and Light he seeks, if the follow with knees to bend.
Bend under Live or Him shall all, for rend of mend is the fate all tend.
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Only if the chosen three follow spilled blood.
Blood shall wash over like a flood.
Flood will clear all that is mud.
Mud does not last against the Sud.

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Trouble strikes in the number three.
Three shall arise for all to see.
Seas of black and red there shall be.
Trouble strikes in the number three.

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As monsters of every kind bring new assaults to an already hopeless and desolates realm the questions rings throughout the lands. Who are these three? What power shall they carry? Who will they fight for? While each kingdom tries to find the Marked three for their own selves, another question is raised. Who could help them? In a world with so little to fight for, but so much fighting, who would go to their aid? Even as new battle are waged and fresh blood is spilled, forces begins to rise. Old magic is suddenly reappearing throughout the lands. Dark magic. Some wars have become secret, taking to the shadows rather than the field. Terror begins to sweep through the desensitized ranks once more. Few know why this newfound fear has become so prevalent, but those who search deep within can find the answer. Something is coming. SOmething worth being afraid of. Still, there are those who fight against it. Those who hold on too what little good is left, but slowly they are losing heart, for the darkness if closing in. Ready to finally and completely consume the world. Unless the Chosen arise for all to see.